Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Model 500,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.